If I was that angel that fell from on high what would make me think a red Hefner had to die lost in pages of man these things make me cry I think we've all gone crazy making sighs from on high nothing jesus would be crying so much blood has emptied into the mud all in his name they shout I always thought love was what it was about m
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Mik (Pseudonym) (
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Like everything else too many cooks spoil the broth. Everyone wants to add their two cents to the recipe and before you know it Scriptures come about when all that is needed is four letter word. Lovely write
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